However, as kids get older, their birthday parties--in my opinion--get awesomer. This year, we rented out the facility where she has gymnastics lessons, and we all had free reign of the place and access to all the equipment.
(It’s locally owned, and the husband-and-wife owners are fantastic. He was actually there with their baby to run things, and it was his idea to pull out the giant rope swing so the grownups could swing over and into the big foam pit. My kinda guy.)
The little ones had a great time, but the adults had even more fun. Several adult family friends were present, and they took to the fun like ducks to water. For those of us who love physical activity and controlled chaos, it was the ideal party!
(Case in point: We were virtually unable to snap any clear pictures of the event, because everyone was moving so fast the whole time. We’re posting the least blurry ones. Yeah.)
After 90 minutes of wild gymnastics-ing, we all sat down for pizza and cake--note well that food is consumed after the frantic physical activity, not before--and before we knew it, the festivities were over.
On the actual day of her birth, though, we had our traditional birthday breakfast, which primarily consists of chocolate chip-and-sprinkle pancakes, hot chocolate, and the opening of one gift. (Hey, she went to school that morning, all that sugar was someone else’s problem.) We also brought cupcakes to her class, which was fun.
I’ll let the pics tell the rest of the story.
Happy birthday!
Seth